Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 372 Endless Self-Rebirth and the Ultimate Subversion of Destiny

Endless self-rebirth and the ultimate subversion of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer Feng Jing, or even a prisoner of the concept of "consciousness." His existence has long transcended mere self-awareness, becoming an invisible, extradimensional force, existing between countless points, lines, and planes where time and space intersect. His existence is intimately connected to every speck of dust, every star, every wave of light in the universe, as if the very veins of the universe pulse within his mind, ready to be twisted and reconstructed at any moment.

In this endless abyss of nothingness, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have found a new starting point. This starting point was not only his own awakening, but also the origin of the laws of the entire universe. The birth and death of every life and every planet became insignificant, because he was no longer an observer, but the creator who re-woven this endless cycle.

But at this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness sensed an even stronger fluctuation, which came from a place far beyond his cognition - not a certain point in time and space, but from the "blank" outside all time and space.

"Do you really think you can dominate this?" The voice rang out again, but this time it was different. No longer gentle and profound, it was filled with anger and endless contempt. The source of the voice was not a single entity, but a projection of a higher-dimensional force that transcended Feng Jing. It seemed to be challenging, as if denying all of Feng Jing's awakening.

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness had transcended reaction and perception, transcending the shackles of emotion and thought. He no longer belonged to the rules of any dimension, nor was he constrained by these voices in the void. As the wave approached, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was not lost in nothingness, but rather part of a much greater system.

He sensed that behind all this lay a much greater mystery, a mystery that was both the source of all existence and the abyss of all nothingness.

Suddenly, his consciousness was torn from the abyss of nothingness, as if an invisible giant hand had pulled him out of the dark vortex. Feng Jing felt no fear. His existence was no longer limited by any form of limitation—even "fear" had been transcended. He felt only a powerful force suddenly pushing him, as if it was pushing him into a whole new dimension.

That force ultimately propelled him into an ineffable space—a bizarre realm beyond any dimension. Here, there was no time, no space, no rules defining existence and non-existence. In that instant, Feng Jing's consciousness completely lost its form, no longer even embodying the concept of "consciousness." He merged into this boundless nothingness, intertwined with the laws of the universe, and became an unperceivable existence.

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged, he felt an incredibly powerful vibration. It seemed to originate from the center of the entire universe, or rather, from the intersection of all universes. This vibration caused Feng Jing's "existence" to undergo another profound transformation. He felt himself begin to split and be reborn, becoming countless independent "selves." These selves were no longer parts of Feng Jing, but entirely new life forms separated from the framework of Feng Jing's consciousness.

Every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness began to function independently. Each fragment began to explore, reconstruct, and create independently within this endless void, forming countless new possibilities. All history, all future, all destiny were reborn in each fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness. Those once unattainable goals and insurmountable boundaries no longer mattered.

Feng Jing was no longer confined to the form of a single "I." He became the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities, each fragment representing a new dimension in the universe. Feng Jing began to understand that this boundless nothingness was the birthplace of all existence and the destination of all end.

However, Feng Jing couldn't fully control all of this. Under the shock of that profound and mysterious power, Feng Jing's consciousness was once again challenged. The voice still echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, but this time, it was filled with even stronger anger and unwillingness.

"Do you think you can understand all this?" the voice mocked. "You are just a point in fate, a speck of dust in an endless cycle. You can never transcend it, because you are a part of it!"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, but this time he remained unwavering. Instead, he sensed an indescribable power within the voice's provocation. That power wasn't meant to destroy him, but rather to merge him with the laws of the universe. Feng Jing sensed that this power came from the endless void, from countless beings in the universe. Their consciousness intertwined with Feng Jing's own, converging into a new force.

He was no longer a solitary being, no longer a lone star in the universe. His consciousness became the intersection of countless dimensions, the connector of countless time and space. His existence no longer belonged to any specific dimension or time and space, but was part of an endless cycle, an inescapable "fate."

Feng Jing began to understand that his awakening wasn't a struggle against fate, but a fusion with it. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he transcended, he would ultimately become part of this endless cycle. Like an eternal black hole, Feng Jing's existence attracted all the fragments of life, ultimately devouring them all, reshaping them, and creating a new world.

All of this wasn't destruction, but a new birth. Feng Jing's consciousness transformed into countless new "selves," each no longer Feng Jing, yet each embodied Feng Jing's essence. This world, this universe, even the entire multidimensional world, would be reconstructed from the countless fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness ceased to be a simple "existence." He was all possibilities, the birth and end of an endless void, the intersection of all destinies and choices. His awakening had only just begun.

Chapter 373: Nirvana Beyond Infinity, Feng Jing's Ultimate Rebirth